Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Italy, Genoa, suburbs.

The sun was about to set. Caesar looked up at the horizon. The clouds were as red as fire, and only a semicircle remained in the huge red sun.

Nono rode a motorcycle through the tree-lined path. The road was a dry mud road, narrow and extremely uneven. Weeds and shrubs grew wildly on both sides of the road, covering the heads of Caesar and Nono.

As the tires pushed over the bumpy potholes, Caesar felt as if the motorcycle's seat was on an earthquake machine, rising and falling, which made his buttocks numb.

Nono's motorcycle finally stopped in front of an old abandoned farmhouse.

The cement pasted on the old wall peeled off, and underneath the broken wall were old red bricks. Beside the wall, haystacks were piled up on the wasteland full of weeds, and the rotten haystacks took up most of the space.

, not far from the farmhouse, there is a wild hazelnut forest.

"How many of you are here?"

Caesar jumped out of the car and did some warm-up exercises, his bones making obscure sounds that had not been moving for a long time.

"Including me, there are 14 people in total. I only notified the cadres of the student union, and they all came.

It's quite surprising that they still want to join forces to save you despite knowing that skipping classes and skipping classes are against school rules.

I told them that we were going to fight against the Gattuso family. Although the Principal of Angers could protect us within the jurisdiction of the college, if we were caught in Italy, we would definitely be expelled.

You must know that "expulsion" from Kassel College is not just "expulsion" from your student status. According to the confidentiality agreement, your memory will also be purged. But they said that if they recognize you as their eldest brother, they must show loyalty and hold a party every time.

They all use your money to eat, and they feel bad about it."

Nono pushed the motorcycle into the dark farmhouse and lit a coal lamp.

The firelight illuminated the room. It was a wine cellar. The red-painted pillars were connected to form shelves, but there was no wine on the shelves. Everything was empty, but there were a few barrels of fuel tanks in the corner and a temporary

The built workbench.

"After all, they and I have participated in the welcome ceremony of the student union. Every male compatriot who joins the union must participate in that ceremony. After the ceremony, we will become the best brothers, regardless of you and me."

Caesar smiled and helped Nono pick up a bucket of fuel. After she unscrewed the motorcycle's fuel nozzle, she lifted the oil bucket and poured it into the motorcycle's fuel tank.

"I've always wanted to ask, why are you men the only ones participating?"

Nono took a bottle of mineral water from the workbench and drank a few sips.

"Because the welcome ceremony was streaking in the back hills of Kassel."

The corner of Caesar's mouth curled up.

"We have a dedicated photographer to take photos, and everyone's nude photos will be stored in the student union. If one day you betray your brothers, your nude photos will be posted on the forum."

"Um...well, this kind of activity is really not suitable for ladies to participate in." Nono silently put down the mineral water bottle: "So you also took nude photos?"

"No one is exempt, not even the student union president," Caesar said.

Nono sat on the small stool next to the workbench: "If I knew that your nude photos might be posted online at any time, I would never choose you to be my boyfriend."

"It's too late to regret now." Caesar put down the empty oil drum.

"This is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth..." Nuonuo held her forehead, shook her head, unzipped the red combat uniform, and took off the thick clothes.

She wore a beige vest that exposed her navel, and short hot pants. Her waist was as slender as a willow, and her legs were perfect, because she was also a ballet expert. If she wanted to dance ballet, she had to have a pair of beautiful and powerful pairs.

long legs.

"Have you thought about how to leave Italy? When we came here, we could take a flight, but the Gattuso family covers the sky with one hand in Italy. We are definitely on the blacklist now, and we definitely can't take public passages."

Nono took out a pack of wet tissues and wiped the sweat from his neck. In this weather, being wrapped in an airtight combat uniform was like taking a sauna.

But she didn't have time to change clothes on the road. The longer she stayed outside, the more likely she would be caught.

"There are 14 of us, so there are many ways to choose."

Caesar took off a black trench coat from the stand and put it on his naked body. This trench coat was a typical executive style and fit him perfectly. It was probably specially prepared for him by Nono, who is a

Such a careful woman.

"Sea, land and air, which way are you going to take?" Nono asked.

"Hijack the ship." Caesar picked up the Desert Eagle assembled on the workbench. His sea-blue eyes reflected the small flame in the coal lamp. The weak flame was contained in a glass jar and burned quietly and continuously.

...

One after another, people arrived at this abandoned farmhouse, and finally, two hours later, Caesar's men gathered together.

Including him, there were fifteen people in total, fourteen young men with an average age of no more than 21 years old, and a beautiful red-haired girl.

This is the team he is going to lead, and what they are going to fight against is the Gattuso family, whose assets exceed one trillion.

The Gattuso family's property in Italy is bigger than many people imagine. As a mixed-race family that used its "money skills" to win seats on the school board, the Gattuso family has a thousand-year history in Italy and has strong financial resources.

It is not an exaggeration to say that one is as rich as one's country.

There are 200 companies in which they hold more than 50% of the shares.

Military, agriculture, people's livelihood, high-tech industries and even luxury goods and illegal industries with huge profits, the Gattuso family's companies and employees have opened all over Italy and have a considerable number of branches around the world.

Fortunately, the goal of this mission is not to kill them, but to escape from Italy.

Thinking on the bright side, this matter is at least a little simpler than Sun Wukong finding the palm of Buddha Tathagata.

Well, to be honest, with just fifteen of them, even if they are fifteen mixed-races with excellent bloodlines, this is not an easy task.

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local leader. The Gattuso family is equivalent to a local emperor in Italy. What's more, they are not considered strong dragons at all, but the Gattuso family is undoubtedly the local leader.

But Caesar was mentally prepared to confront the family.

He did not want to be bound by the family. In April, he repeatedly asked the family to return to Kassel to study. After graduation, he would consider taking over the affairs of the Gattuso family.

But the family was unwilling to give him even this little freedom, and even wanted to put him under house arrest, restrict his access, and send people to monitor him anytime and anywhere.

If he doesn't even have the right to make this decision, he would rather be self-reliant from now on.

"I'm glad we meet again."

Caesar sat in the center of the crowd, and they gathered dry wood and lit a bonfire.

The unkempt Caesar sat on the throne with his chest open, everyone's eyes focused on his resolute face, and he remained silent.

"I'm sorry to involve you in this matter, but I must admit that I need your help. I can't do it alone."

"I will definitely repay this friendship in the future. If there is no need, I will not say more. From now on, we must work together to escape Italy."

"You said hijacking a ship, where do you plan to hijack the ship?" Nono crossed his arms and looked at the map on the small table in front of Caesar: "If we want to leave Italy and return to Chicago, there are only two ways, plane and ship.

, as long as the Gattuso family members are not fools, they will send people to guard the ports and airports, and we will be discovered as soon as we show up."

"It is true. I have escaped to the port many times, but after the people guarding there recognized me, within a minute, thousands of people would surround me. But it is different here, this is Genoa.

"

Caesar threw out a knife and nailed it to the map. It was a coastal location, but there was no mark on the map.

"Although the Gattuso family is the largest mixed-race family in Italy, they are not the only mixed-race family."

"What is this place?" Nono asked.

"The Gurweig family's private port is not open to the public."

"The Gullwig family?"

"Many years ago, their name was Saxony."

"what is that?"

"Italy once belonged to the Germanic Holy Roman Empire. In 1356, Charles IV issued the "Golden Seal" in order to obtain the recognition of his throne from all the princes.

It mentions the election method of the new king, which is to be elected among the seven princes of the "elector" who have the right to elect the emperor. The Duke of Saxony is one of the secular princes with the right to vote. The Gattuso family was also a prince before and was a priest.

Turley among the Electors."

"I didn't expect you to know so much about history."

"Before my mother passed away, I had to attend 14 hours of classes every day. Only when my grades met the standards could I meet my mother.

She was born into the Gulweger family, and it was she who brought me here when I first learned about this port. On my 8th birthday, she took me on board a cargo ship belonging to the Gulweger family, and we were on the deck.

Enjoyed a candlelight dinner.”

"This is the first time I've heard of your mother. You seem to have never mentioned her in front of others."

"Because when I talk about her, most of the things I can say are unhappy things. For example, after she passed away, I wanted to change my last name to Gurweig, but the Gattuso family said she was Gurweig.

A descendant of the Ge family does not have the qualifications to be an 'elector', and also said that her bloodline is of low origin, and did not allow me to change her name, and was not even willing to hold a decent funeral for her."

"I don't believe you will listen to them."

"I was only 13 years old at the time. I used my name to make a deal with them to buy my mother a funeral worthy of her." Caesar's expression looked very sad, as if he was mourning at a funeral.

.

It was the first time that the student union cadres saw him showing a sad expression. The Caesar they knew was always strong and proud, and would never admit defeat. Only today did they know that this proud man like the sun also had to

Compromise for something.

Perhaps it was after his mother left that he became a Caesar that no one could defeat.

Losing someone who loves you always makes you grow a little bit.

...

It was late at night, and the bright moon hung in the black sky.

Caesar, who was lying on the canyon wall, stuck out his head and squinted down from above.

At a 45-degree angle from his sight, he could see a strait surrounded by rocks.

It was a natural port, and there were gun-wielding guards guarding the shore. There were about 100 people there, and only two of them were in suits, dressed like gangsters.

"It's just as I thought." Caesar withdrew his gaze and whispered: "It is impossible for the Gurweig family to let the Gattuso family occupy their port. At most, they can make some concessions."

"You chose the monastery in Genoa 47 days ago because of this port? Have you ever thought about what would happen if this port was abandoned?" Nono lowered his voice.

15 people were lying on the ground next to each other, their black diving suits blending them into the night.

"If we are unlucky, we will have to risk going to other ports. In the final analysis, it is the difference in the difficulty of hijacking ships. It is much easier to rob ships in this port than in other ports." Caesar said.

"Repeat the plan again." Nono took a deep breath.

"Have you seen that ship sailing out of the port?" Caesar pointed to the medium-sized sailing ship coming out of the strait: "When it gets close to us, we will jump into the water together, then board the ship and hijack it. After success,

It's as simple as sailing to Turkey by sea. Once there, the Gattuso family will have no control over us."

"It would be nice if it was as simple as what you say." The student union accountant pursed his lips nervously.

There are two words for hijacking a ship, but they must occupy the entire ship before the people on the ship raise the alarm. Otherwise, once the distress signal is sent, this kind of sailboat will never be able to outrun the steel ship.

They only have one chance. If they fail, they will be exposed. Although the consequences of exposure will not be death, cleaning their memories and sending them back to their hometown is enough to ruin their lives.

"Just think of this as an exercise for a free day." Caesar said softly: "It doesn't matter if you fail, you will be fine. All the Gattuso family wants is me."

"Boss... Do you think..." The student union secretary's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood that even if they were really caught, they would not be in danger of dropping out of school, and might even be stuffed into the first class cabin, comfortably.

Send it back to Kassel, and maybe there will be a sumptuous banquet when you get back.

Just like what Caesar said, when he was 13 years old, he exchanged his surname for his mother's funeral. So today, he can naturally exchange his freedom for the safety of his subordinates.

He had long been prepared to sacrifice. From the very beginning, the only bet on this great escape was his freedom.

If he failed, he would promise Pompeii that the bargaining chip would be to release his accomplices and send them back unscathed.

He is a man as proud as the sun, and he will never break the vows he made.

In this battle for freedom, he chose to believe in the man who was running naked with him in the back mountain under the moon. Just like he said, he needed help and he couldn't do it alone.

After understanding this, something ignited in the hearts of the cadres of the student union.

Nono looked at Caesar's face and smiled: "Caesar, this is actually the reason why I like you. It's not because of money. You are very gentle, just like your deceased mother."

"You have never seen my mother," said Caesar.

"But I can feel her in you, like a hibiscus, tough and beautiful."

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